Placeholder: [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Seraphina walks, light behind her, her face etched with concentration as she guides the group forward with the aid of the glowing key along the passageway walls. "These symbols..." she murmurs, "they're older than anything I've ever seen before. The key pulses in her hand, sending waves of silvery light down the corridor ahead. You notice the shadows seem to recoil from its light, as if in fear. Eliza and Markus follow close behind, their footste [illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Seraphina walks, light behind her, her face etched with concentration as she guides the group forward with the aid of the glowing key along the passageway walls. "These symbols..." she murmurs, "they're older than anything I've ever seen before. The key pulses in her hand, sending waves of silvery light down the corridor ahead. You notice the shadows seem to recoil from its light, as if in fear. Eliza and Markus follow close behind, their footste

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[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Seraphina walks, light behind her, her face etched with concentration as she guides the group forward with the aid of the glowing key along the passageway walls. "These symbols..." she murmurs, "they're older than anything I've ever seen before. The key pulses in her hand, sending waves of silvery light down the corridor ahead. You notice the shadows seem to recoil from its light, as if in fear. Eliza and Markus follow close behind, their footste

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